(241 words) “Everything here tells a story. When you buy something, it becomes your duty to find the story,” She says, and I put the bear back hesitantly. If I have to find the story of something, I’d rather it not include facing a grizzly bear. “How do I know what thing to pick? And how do I find it’s story?” “The right thing will choose you, just walk around the store and pick up something that catches your eye and feels good in your hands. As for finding the story, everyone and every item is different, let it guide you.” That only makes me more perplexed, but I do what she said and walk around, scanning the endless items. My eyes rest on a shell. It’s a conch shell the color of raven feathers - looking plain black at first glance, but with blue and purple hues when the sun shines on it. I gently pick it up, and it fits nicely in my hand like the cashier said. “This one.” I turn the shell around, examining it. I’m sure I found the right one. The cashier takes the shell and stares at it for a few seconds, then hands it back. She smiles at me, but there's a hint of worry in her expression. “Yes, that’s the correct wonder for you. I didn’t think it would choose anyone for hundreds of years. Just know the journey will not be an easy one.”
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